When I got home from school and saw my brother home from work---early---I was concerned. When I saw my parents, my first thoughts was that someone was dead.
Grandma? Pop? Aunt Celly? Could one of my cousins die?
"Ms. Finnelli?" I turned and saw a two men also sitting in the apartment. One had a clean shaven head the other had silver white hair. He looked like his body worked too much.
"What's---I---uh yea?" I said.
"I come here from Westchester, that's upstate," the bald man said.
"I know," I made a face.
"Audrey!" my mom hissed. Mickey, my brother, stifled a giggle.
"Sorry," I mumbled. I hated being talked to like I was ten. I was 16 with a 3.85 GPA and ranked 13th in the whole junior class.
"No, I am. You have a 97 average, correct?" the bald man said.
"How you know?" I tilted my head.
"Sweetbug, Mr. Xavier and Mr. Magnus come from a school in Westchester. A special school," my dad said. And then I knew what this was about.
"This---it's about that thing I can do right?" I said.
"The term is mutant powers. Or in your case, a morpher," Mr. Magnus said. "And your second mutant power, your ability to change any object into another, living or not."
I shifted my feet. As to emphasize his point, I changed a coin in my pocket into a fruit smoothie. "It doesn't work all the time. The greater I change something, the more I feel like shi---crap afterwards." Maybe still not the best choice of word.
"You don't have to go, we know you'll be …" my mom paused.
"Yes, outed as a mutant. She is right, it is your choice. But our school will help you control your mutant powers, advance them. Why with enough training, you'll never fell like 'crap' ever again," Mr. Xavier winked.
I thought about it. Moving to Westchester would suck though. I'm a city girl through and through and moving to the so called country would not deal well with me. But he said this can help me control my powers, something I could use help on. Today, I turned Sid's drink into a rat when me and Nance were talking about Wormtail from Harry Potter.
"How much---" I asked.
"Let's just say you'd get a full scholarship," Mr. Magnus chuckled.
I sighed. I looked at my parents, and my brother. I looked at my hands. "Sign me up"